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Thursday, April 23, 2015

~Blog Tour & Giveaway~ Until July by Aurora Rose Reynolds

Blurb

This is a standalone and a spin off of the New York Times
best selling Until Series.

Wes Silver wasn’t looking for love, but when July Mayson
literally knocks him on his ass during their first encounter, his world is
turned upside down by the quirky blonde, and every moment with her makes him
more determined to protect her.

July Mayson doesn’t understand the pull she feels toward
the bad boy biker Wes Silver, but she knows being with him is like nothing
she’s ever felt before. Now all she has to do is tell her overprotective
father, Asher Mayson, that she’s found her boom.

Aurora
Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who's husband served in the United States Navy.
She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her
Husband and pet fish. She's married to an alpha male that loves her as much as
the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration
everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies
with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to
nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she
appreciates everyday and admires it's beauty.

I sit up when I see a few bikes in the
distance. I don’t recognize their patches, but that doesn’t surprise me.
Tennessee has a huge MC community, and there are always new clubs popping up
all over the state. I slow down as I close the distance between us.

The closer I get, the more details I can
make out. The group of about five bikes in front of me are all Harleys, all
ranging in colors from almost purple to black. None of the men are wearing
helmets, which is the complete opposite of me, who is covered from head to toe
in black leather. Even my helmet is all black, with leather piping.

I take the men in, noticing they are all
well-built, their leather cuts displaying a large eagle, with its wings spread
wide like it’s midflight. The talons of the bird are carrying a long stem rose,
with petals falling off it onto their club name, The Broken Eagles. I begin to
speed up and pass them one by one, thankful for the security of my helmet, the
black visor making it impossible to see me.

I keep my head straight until the last
guy, the one who is at the front of the group, catches my attention. From the
back, his hair is the first thing I notice. It’s slightly long on top and
buzzed on the sides. My eyes move to the expanse of his back, the wide set of
his shoulders, and the tan skin covering his lean muscles. His bike is low to
the ground, and the bars are in front of him in a way that he has to stretch
his arms straight out, causing every muscle to flex and move, making it look
like the tattoos are alive and dancing.

My eyes skim farther down over his chest,
which is covered in a white tank top tucked into a pair of light jeans, and
around his waist is a black belt with a large silver buckle. I continue to pass
him, my eyes shifting from the road to him and back again. This time when I
look over, his head is turned towards me, and if I didn’t know any better, I
would have swear he is looking directly into my soul.

“Holy shit,” I whisper, taking in his
hair, the set of his jaw that is covered in days of stubble, and a pair of
light eyes I can’t quite make out through the tint of my helmet. He is
seriously hot, but equally scary-looking. I look from him back to the road. It
must not have been even a second, but when my eyes go to the asphalt in front
of me, I see a bird that is trying to make its way across the road, its wing
hanging in an awkward position. I swerve to the right just in time to miss the
poor animal.

“What the fuck?” I hear roared, and I
look over my shoulder at the man who is now coming up quick on my right side. I
yell an apology over the sound of my engine and his pipes. Do a quick wave and
take off, lowering my body and pulling back the throttle, wanting to get away
from them. Dude looks seriously pissed off, and even though I hate leaving the
bird behind without helping it, I would like to live to see my next birthday.

I think I’m in the clear, but then the
sound of pipes fills my ears, and I don’t even know how it happens, but they
all catch up with me, surrounding my bike. I can’t make out what they’re
saying, but my stomach starts to roll at the sound of their voices. I feel my
side to make sure I have the Taser my dad insisted I carry.

I see a clearing and pull my bike off to
the side of the road. I know this is probably one of the stupidest things I
have ever done, but if they keep chasing me like they have been, we could all
end up seriously hurt. I pull over and don’t even shut down my bike. I just
lower my kickstand as my heart, which was already beating hard, begins to bang
violently against my ribcage as they surround me.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” the
guy who was at the head of the group asks, stepping in front of my bike.

I shake my head as my words get lodged in
my throat.

He pulls me off my bike, and the men who
are with him begin yelling obscenities as well.

“Sorry,” I croak out, and I don’t even
know if he hears me as his hand goes to the collar of my leather jacket, where
he shakes me hard. My hand accidently presses down on the button that ignites
the Taser. The loud crack fills the air, and his eyes go wide then he falls to
the ground, and I fall on my ass and crabwalk backwards. I look up when I hit
something, only to meet the eyes of another man, who looks pissed.

“Hold him still,” the guy who I had
tasered growls in front of me as I try to get away from the anger I feel coming
off him. His hands go to my head and he rips my helmet off, causing my hair to
float down around me.